Almost Like the Blues

I saw some people starvingThere was murder, there was rapeTheir villages were burningThey were trying to escapeI couldn’t meet their glancesI was staring at my shoesIt was acid, it was tragicIt was almost like the blues

I have to die a littleBetween each murderous thoughtAnd when I’m finished thinkingI have to die a lotThere’s torture and there’s killingThere’s all my bad reviewsThe war, the children missingLord, it’s almost like the blues

I let my heart get frozenTo keep away the rotMy father said I’m chosen My mother said I’m notI listened to their storyOf the Gypsies and the JewsIt was good, it wasn’t boringIt was almost like the blues

There is no G-d in heavenAnd there is no Hell belowSo says the great professorOf all there is to knowBut I’ve had the invitationThat a sinner can’t refuseAnd it’s almost like salvationIt’s almost like the blues